Grown up in the city that always sleeps
In a city where, except for the people, nothing works (nothing works)
We spent a lot of time on Nettos
Imagining how would it be to be famous (uh-huh)
Sleep late on Monday
Buy a house for grandma
Women fall powerlessness
And we drink until we are in coma
But in a way Freialk on Party makes no sense
If one needs it to the nice people to drink at the party
Somehow I thought that I liked it
Somehow I presented myself differently here
Somehow we do not fit purely in this world
And we sleep alone, there are no groupies at the Hotel
Everything nice, everything yeah
Everything is full but empty at the same time
I would like to go home if I wasn't drunk
Again alone, New Year's Eve by me
A little bit frustrating maybe
But still better than being here
Somehow I thought that I liked it
Somehow I presented myself differently here
Somehow we do not fit purely in this world
I must get out of here and do it fast
Out there shall be bright
This house is not a home
This home is not a house but
still better than being with these people
This shitty apartment is cold
and so small anyway but
still better than being with these people
Yes, okay by me, then the music keeps Deephouse
But for that no one dances here, it is too loud
I don't understand a single word of what you are saying to me
I laugh for you and simply hope that it was not a question
I wait in front of a closed door
The toilets are all ocuppied
Not in the mood of discussing
People on drugs are always right
The red carpet is dirty
Full of vomit and beer
The faces on the mirror are ugly
but still us
Somehow I thought that I liked it
Somehow I presented myself differently here
Somehow we do not fit purely in this world
I must get out of here and do it fast
Out there shall be bright
This house is not a home
This home is not a house but
still better than being with these people
The shitty apartment is cold
and so small anyway but
still better than being with these people
That was it, my entire life's battle
The fridge is empty except for two cans of Sprite
I am often alone and solitary, but
still better than being stupid
This house is not a home
This home is not a house but
still better than being with these people
The shitty apartment is cold
and so small anyway but
still better than being with these people
That was it, my entire life's battle
The fridge is empty except for two cans of Sprite
I am often alone and solitary, but
still better than being with these people